It was just another day. I didn’t know you and you didn’t know me. We were two ships passing in the night, on different paths in the same waters. But in that fraction of a second, we were as close as two people could ever be.
To give because you truly want to is one thing, but to sacrifice because you feel pressured to is quite another.
When we were younger, all we had to fear was the darkness under our beds. What happens now, when we can no longer distinguish between the darkness and ourselves?